I would like to thank The Misty Jewel for giving me this idea for a special chapter. This time it's Sherlock's turn to nag.
He savored the rich sugar in his red velvet cupcake. Perfectly moist and delicious. Mummy always threw the best parties.
From across the room, John looked uncomfortable. This was the first time that he had been invited to the Holmes family reunion. Mycroft knew that Sherlock had begged the doctor so he wouldn't have to go alone. John was like a god-send. A perfect friend for Sherlock in every way.
He paused when he saw the tray of delicious cakes move away from him. Sherlock was smirking deviously as he held the tray. Mycroft frowned.
"What are you up to?" he asked, not sure if he was going to like where this was going.
"Aren't you on a diet?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course. But I can cheat every once in a while."
Sherlock looked at his belt.
"Based on how your strap is loosened, I'd say your diet's not working."
John noted the two brothers. He walked over to them in order to get away from their beloved Aunt Patty, who had been asking him when he planned on marrying Sherlock.
"I didn't realize you guys had such a big family," the doctor commented.
Mycroft made a grab for another cupcake but Sherlock took the tray away. Now Mycroft was getting really annoyed.
"Sherlock, stop behaving like a little child."
John frowned. He obviously didn't want to see them fight right now. Sherlock backed away, getting those delectable cupcakes farther away from Mycroft.
"If you're so hungry, eat something from the vegetable tray. It's much healthier for you."
"I'm not joking with you, Sherlock," Mycroft began.
"Neither am I," Sherlock said in a equally low tone.
"Guys. Can you not start this?" John pleaded.
Sherlock turned to his friend.
"Mycroft needs to lose weight. He's not getting enough nutrients," he sounded an awful lot like Mummy.
"I can see what you're doing. But you needed to hear everything I nagged you on. What's a few cupcakes compared to smoking or not sleeping?" Mycroft asked.
"Dating wasn't that important either," Sherlock pointed out.
John looked back and forward at the two brothers.
"What are you two talking about?"
"He's a nagging old hag," Sherlock told him, "And he needs much more self-discipline than what he thinks I need. You agree that eating unhealthy could have long-term repercussions, right?"
"Well...yeah," John said.
"But you would also agree that eating unhealthy every once in a while is not as dangerous as chain smoking or not sleeping, correct?" Mycroft asked him.
John stammered a bit.
"Well...I uh..."
"But even John has noticed that with you, it's not just every once in a while. You're indulging a little too much. And I won't let you cheat anymore."
Mycroft gave him a smug smile. Right. His little brother was going to stop the most powerful man in Britain from eating sweets.
"How do you plan on getting me to stop?" he asked slyly.
Sherlock smirked as well.
"I wouldn't underestimate me, Mycroft."
The detective left with the tray. He picked up the German chocolate cupcake Mycroft had been eyeing and took a bite. Mycroft frowned after him.
Really. Nagging like that. How immature could you get?